Trisphee - In the SHADOWS`` Batty's Hangout ★

xD I can post the HUGE rant I just threw at poor Espy. -cuddles her to death-

Morning start: I wake up late, have to rush to workout before Zane gets home. I'm starving, theres NOTHING to eat in the house because we have to go shopping, BADLY, because for the last two weeks we've been rationing what we have left, NO ONE wants to take us to the store. Right. So I go in the freezer, see theres a container of pasta from last night in there. Now, pasta and me? We're enemies. Its my ultimate temptation, aside from peanut butter. What do I go and do? Binge, BIG TIME, with a bread butt, AND breadcrumbs, because apparently, my body is craving uber carbs. Mom lets me do it, even though she knows the consequences of letting me binge that badly. I mean, considering I didn't eat breakfast, lunch, OR dinner yesterday, I know I had some making up to do, but GODDAMNIT, NOT THAT MUCH! Anyway, so, after I was done scarfing, I realized what I'd done. Commence major freak out. I mean, MAJOR MELTDOWN. Full on hysterics. Afternoon: I decided, since I'd binged that bad, I'd replace my routinely workout with something MUCH harder, and LONGER, because I had to burn it all off. Now, our A/C isn't working properly, and its 98 degrees in the house, when its only, MAYBE, 86 outside.

You can see where that takes us, right? Okay. After I did that, I figured "well, hell. That wasn't enough, I mean, I'm drowning in my own sweat, I cant breath, but what the hell! Lets go for an hour walk!" So I went ahead and did that, full well knowing I was going to be WAY TOO DAMNED EXHAUSTED to do anything else for the rest of the day. As I'm walking towards the truckstop, some fucking idgit, who I see EVERYDAY go up there, rolled down his window, and yelled, at the top of his lungs "going for your little afternoon walk, Fatty?" .... I didn't even finish that walk, because I turned around, and ran right the hell home. I come inside, and mom goes "Hey, think you could run this bag containing three loads of wet laundry up to the laundry mat?"... oh. my. god.

So I do that, come home, Zane gets home, and instantly starts telling ,me I'm doing too much, I need to sit down, etc etc. I told him to shut up, cause, we both knew if I didn't, I'd be a very unpleasant person. -sighs- Then I asked what dinner was going to be tonight, since, I hadn't taken anything out, and didn't see mom do it, either. Mom goes "I'm too fucking hot, I'm not cooking. And you aren't either. So I guess we're ordering pizza".... Pizza? Seriously? I. CANT. EAT.PIZZA. At all. Whatsoever. The PASTA made me freak the hell out. ONE SLICE OF FRIGGEN PIZZA WOULD THROW ME INTO UBER WORKOUT MODE. So I decided to go for another walk. That one ended up being an hour, too. I come home from THAT, to everyone ARGUING about where the hell to order, what to order, what was going to be enough, etc. So everyone left it up to Zane to do, since not one person could make up their mind. At this point, its almost seven.

I have a workout I have to do, and one more walk to do, before I KNOW for a fact, I can't do anymore, and have to be done for the night. I didn't want to be still killing myself passed 8.. he orders, I feel left out, because not one of them even thought about me, and what I was going to have. Mom was just worried about my sister, who, mind you, JUST had a mcdonalds cheeseburger, that Zane brought her home. WHY. IN. THE. WORLD. would it matter?! I mean, what the hell? Right, so, I go to try and start my workout, mom FLIPS A LID. She found out he'd only ordered one large, and proceeded to freak the hell out on the BOTH of us, because she didn't think it was going to be enough for the three of them... and just, has this huge meltdown about it, pushing it onto me, and my ALREADY bad, frazzled, stressful day. So I started yelling back. Which turned into this HUGE argument.

Zane had to call back, and add shit on, which cost us more money we DON'T have, which pissed mom off even MORE. And when the shit finally came, she gave my sister two of the biggest pieces, Zane got his and mom decided she was going to be a fucking three year old, and refuse to eat. Because she thought my SISTER would still be HUNGRY, and didn't want to, what was it she said? "take food from her child". her "child" is thirteen years old, and 190 something pounds. SHE'LL FUCKING LIVE WITH TWO SLICES, AND A BIG ASS PIECE OF CHEESY BREAD. So that started ANOTHER argument, of which I finally just snapped, and told her to stop being such a petty little bitch, and to just EAT. That I would take care of my sister, if she got hungry later on in the night.

Heh. Well, that incited even more negativity. And she HAD to find another reason why she couldnt eat, and blamed Zane, because he ordered an extra topping for his two slices, and they ended up putting the olives on four of the eight slices...So, I had to go into the fucking box, pick off ALL the olives, so that there were four pieces for WHOMEVER wanted them, that didnt like olives. ME. You know, the one who can't be around food like that? Yuuuup. I finally got her to just shut up and deal with it, got to doing my workout, then when it came time for my walk? It was too damned late. So I had to bike it. I still havent eaten. And no ones asked if I'm okay, if I need anything, etc, etc. I had to force her to watch doctor who with me, too. Even though SHE was the one, who wanted to sit down, watch that and a few episodes of supernatural with me. Needless to say, this has been the fucking day from hell, and it needs to die. -heaves- And to end it? I had to go BACK out, to the damned truckstop, to get my sister something to snack on because she came out here and said she was hungry. So I wound up biking, again, for a half hour.